Meenas PoemsCrows and birds used to gather
crowing and cackling in the morn
making the day bright and gay.
Along with the sun rising high
they come out of their nest.
roaming in the early morning sky
with an aim in mind steady
looking for baits in the garden
collecting them all in leisure
storing them for their little ones
getting the most for the day
feeling that would be enough
satisfied and contented they 
fly back
never bearing the intention to hoard
that being peculiar to the human race.
It was a search.
It was a thorough search,
leaving everyone in the lurch.
It was a raid.
It was a thorough raid,
exposing everything that was discreetly laid.
It was an investigation.
It was a thorough investigation,
unravelling everything from the closely conceived distribution.
It was an exposition.
It was a thorough exposition,
laying bare the well conceited deviations.
It was a fraudulent.
It was a thorough fraudulent,
directing to an unscrupulous deceiving indulgence.
It taught a lesson.
It was a moral lesson.
delivering that integrity has a beautiful designation.
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